The Last Leaf


In honor of the birthday of the one and only Dr. Seuss and the fabulous #50PreciousWords writing challenge, hope you enjoy!



Snow has begun

The last little leaf clings to its branch

Old Birch whispers in the wind 

Little leaf, it is time

Your destiny may be warmth for spring bulbs 

Perhaps you will mulch the gardens

That provide veggies to our village next summer

Farewell,  brave little leaf